There’s a rose sealed away in the winter   Fast asleep through the wind and rain and cold   Ever waiting for someone to wake her   One who’ll see that she’s no one’s to hold      Maybe she is a spell never broken      Little girl from a world in-between   Each tomorrow a promise unspoken   And every today like a dream in a dream      She’s still sleeping   She’s still dreaming   She’s still dreaming      She is Love - oh but never a Lover   Shrinks away from the touch of his hand   From kisses and candles that stain her affection   Her Love is a place he will not understand      There’s a child inside made of flowers and stars   Lost in whispers and wings and the beauty of   Innocence cradled in moments eternal   Snow undisturbed in the glow of the morning light      And she’s still sleeping   She’s still dreaming   Sleeping beauty   And she’s still flying   She’s still singing   Can you hear her?      There is grace in the red of her twilight   There is truth in her darkness ahead   Treasure held in her eyes never open   Melody in her words never said      And she’s still sleeping   She’s still dreaming   She’s still dreaming